la historia de un sabado de no importa que mes y de un hombre sentado al piano de no importa que viejo cafe. Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manos
Eres mi mas grande deseo Ese que no puedo esconder De mi ilusion y mis anhelos Quizas de mi forma de ser Y me pregunto si podre dejarte ir Porque te
Pongo mis manos, manos al aire Solo me importa amarte En cuerpo y alma como era ayer No tengo armas para enfrentarte Pongo mis manos, manos al aire
No quiero llorar No quiero sufrir No quiero pensar Me hara recordar que yo te perdi Tan lejos de mi haz ido a parar ah Un poco de ti un poco de mi Dejara
Creo que esta vez Va hacer como la otra vez Tu ya olvidaste todo lo que paso ayer Quiero que esta vez No sea igual que ayer Vivo pensando en lo que quiero
?Que pasa? Julieta, aha Nelly, aha La mala, yeah Hay algo que va a suceder, no se que es Se desprende toda sensacion que no puedo ver Sera que el sol
I feel worried that my brain is just a fool in your sick game So I will never open my heart I try to express how I feel But it changes every day and so
[Nelly Furtado :] Aire, viento y en mi Alma El fuego se ahoga Y solo queda el frio sin destino y a paso muy lento Llevo debil el peso de un tormento [
You had a bad day, So you go in your yard. You see a family walking, With their dog. The little girls laughing, The dad's telling a joke. And all I wish
You had a bad day, So you go in your yard. You see a family walking, with their dog. The little girls laughing, The dad's telling a joke. And all i wish
let's take a look at this and try to figure it out and don't step right in the shit and track it right through the house go start new career and find
Dis dat soso def shit Make my music for the boyz with the O's The old school pro's in the strip club Make my music for the boyz with the O's The old
I been thinkin' 'bout a place Like a dream that tries to show Can you see it in my face That it's time again to go When I hear her callin' me From a
There you go, again and again, baby, startin' with the things that just wouldn't end it I don't know why we can't get along; when we first started out
There's nothing wrong with tradition But tell me where it says Not to follow our hearts That's why so many of us are so confused And will never live up
baby grand affair Love is called my old piano I have a ball with my old piano Love is called my old piano I have a ball with my old piano He entertains
I stand alone and watch the clock I only wait for it to stop And in the room locked up inside me The cutout magazines remind me I sit and wait alone in
I have an evil plan to save the world for every man, And I think it's better than the way it's being run. Oh the groundwork's laid, No Don't be afraid